St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-04-11
HE SAW THE PRESEDENT.
How n Citizen of Old Tom Green
County, Eek, Called on Mr. Cleve.
land in Com pnny With a Friend.

How a Citizen of Old Tom Green
County, Tex, Called ON Mar. Cleve-
land in Company With a Friend.
st. Louis Republican.
A long, gaunt piece Of humanity stepped
off the train yesterday morning at the
Union depot. He was tall and lanky and
dressed in good ''store Clothes" which fit
his person perfectly. A stiff white stand
ing collar kepthis head in an upright atti-
tude, and compelled him when he spit to
send the liquid amber with greater impetus
in order to prevent 1t sOiling his shirt
bosom.
He glanced slowly around at the immense
crowd OF people which daily and nightly
await the arrival and departure OF trains at
the depot, and made the remark that it was
mighty peart crowd" Then he sided
upto an unsophistlcated newspaper re-
porter, and in manner demure he blandly
unbOs0med himself.
Yes, pooty stiff crowd. Lived here
long?"
about eighteen. years." replied the re-
porter. 'Where are you from?"
''Oh, me TeXas-yas- Tom Greene
county. Live on rancho down there.
Ever there-Tom Greene?"
WAS never there"
Fright smart country. Heaps of ranches,
cattle and that sort of a thing. You see
stranger, I've been to WashingtOn--Wash :
ington, d. C.-though Pm burned if know
what the D.. c. is fur. You know whar
Washington, d. c., is, s'pose? Wal. l
went thar to see friend of mine-Jim
Calliom-who has clerkshp in one of the
offices thar. He stood in. you know, and
got thar, and 'vited me to come up. Bein'
hQ a fraa NM, him n,
ulster chaw butler together, why l went
When l got thar, stranger. he was at the
depot. an would you believe it? I'm ready
to be skun alive if know'd him. Yes. he
wuz thar, but how different from what he
ulster be! He wuZ dressed III fine store
toggins, and wore great big
plug hat. The very same kind Ell
hat that the boys down in old Tom Greene
ulster guy Teller nigh to death over, and
ulster perferate with bullets fur pastime.
he wore one of them ere hats. and wuZ
shaved up all smooth and scrumptuous like,
with sweet-Smellin' taller or something on
his yaller mustache and bars lie on his har.
Then he had on sde-board collar jlst like
this Internal thing Eve got on. Yes this
is one of Jim's collars. He gave it to me.
It's leetle tight bout the mizzen, but,
bein' as he give it to ME. l guess kin
STAN it for old acquaintance sake. Talkin'
bout style-you orter see Washington, d.
c. Why, they don't have nothin else but
style in that town. Kerridges, buggieS and
everything flying about. You orter see it.
wall, Jim, after wuZ thar a day or
two he SEE: Tom chats my name); Tom, ,
SEE he, bein' as I've got leetle time now,
We'll go around an see the president Now,
I'd never seed a president afore. Don't
have much chance fur sight-seein' in old
Tom Greene, stranger, nary time. All we
have ter do thar is to round up the steers
Oncet in while, then lay down and sleep
and git up in the mornin' and shake the
tarantulaS and centerpedes outer our blank
cts. Now, l never seed no president, and
kinder flowed that it wuz some kind Of
kuss-tired thing with horns-something
like a wild buffer or steer or something else.
Wall, we goes round and Jim takes he
into a place, and after he had gone
through lot of palaver and queer actions
he told me to come on, and we went into
room Whar there was hull lot of fell
lers-some of 'em balder than skinned
mink. After taking seat Jim, he
points his finger, kinder quiet-like, up to
the front of a fat-lOOking man, an SEE:
Tom seq he. 'thar'S the president The
devil y SEE |, that fat. squabbish-loo
man?' Yes, SEE Jim. that is the plesi-
dent Wall. stranger, if that didn't git
me. After travelling SIGH a long ways to
see something that thought wuz sort of
curiosity. Never wus so disappointed in
all my life. Did l getto speak to him?
Wall, | should say not. But Jim's stove
pipe hat got me down two or three pints.
1t more'n paid me fur the trip, and the trip
don't cost me burned cent Jim foots the
bill. Wall, here's my train, so-long,
stranger" and the Texan hitched ZIP his
pants leg notch or two, picked up his
hand-satchel and moved on out to be ready
for an incoming train, which was to bear
him to his destination in old Tom Greene.